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The air began to thrum.
It was a subtle thing; enough that even Evil-Lyn had yet to incline her head towards him to confirm he’d felt it.
“Get out.”
His thralls, ever used to their lord’s shifting moods and what happened when orders were disobeyed, were quick to disperse.
Only his right-hand remained.
“Tell me, darling.” Skeletor settled more comfortably into his throne, “Do you recall those rainbow-hued gemstones we’d happened upon years ago? It must have been near a decade now; in one of the backwater villages we’d pillaged in search of the Sword.”
“The-“ Evil-Lyn composed herself. “I do, my lord. There was a certain charge to them.”
“Indeed. I do believe now is the time we found them once again to see just what use they could be to us.”
“I’ll send—“
“You’ll attend this matter yourself.” Skeletor said firmly, red gaze piercing her own. “I won’t have a bumbling oaf go after them. You will not fail me.”
“I will not fail, my lord.” She inclined her head with a slight bow before she swept out of the chamber, leaving only Skeletor.
A dry sigh rattled from his jaw.
At least that would keep the riffraff away while—
Pressure increased around him.
The sorcerer grabbed his staff just as lightning danced around the open mouth of Snake Mountain.
“Champion of Grayskull. To what do I owe the displeasure?”
Adam sheathed the Sword when he approached Skeletor’s throne and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Am I late?” He’d made the best time he could without Cringer’s speed.
“Early. I’ve only just sent them all away.”
He winced at that. “I’m sorry. Should I go?”
“Come here.” Skeletor lounged comfortably on his throne again.
Even with the invitation, Adam hesitated a few feet away.
“What is it?” The sorcerer demanded, “What do you need - What is that quaint Earth expression… A ‘red carpet’?”
One suddenly appeared but instead of being normal, of course, it was crimson with fresh blood.
“You know that’s not what it means.” He had to force himself to not smile at the attempt, though. “You’ve somehow been in my head too often yet not enough.”
The drenched carpet vanished. “Hm.” Skeletor tapped his fingers along his staff idly, “In your head, am I?” He mused. “Tell me, Prince. How often do I occupy your thoughts? When you’re not here and far from me.”
Adam valiantly ignored the way his cheeks stung at that. “Sometimes.” He hedged and resisted the urge to toy with his skirt loincloth.
“Naughty boy.” Skeletor rested his staff against the throne before he patted his own thigh, “Come here.”
The Prince finally obeyed and was astride Skeletor with one swift motion.
“Mm.” The sorcerer let out a satisfied noise while he traced his claws along the muscle of Adam’s arm. “Prince,” He grasped a bicep as his other hand trailed along the hero’s thigh. “Champion.” Skeletor pulled him closer and their eyes met. “He-Man.”
Adam’s face burned; he’d certainly never meant for Skeletor of all people to find out about that!
He knew that Teela hadn’t meant anything malicious by letting it slip, though. His fellow heroes had gotten used to his nicknames as sort of code names, even when they were in serious fights. So she’d called out to him with that moniker once without a second thought.
Still.
“Don’t call me that.” Adam whined, a bit too much Petulant Prince in his tone for his liking but he couldn’t help it.
“No? Is it not what they call you, when you’re like this?” Both of his thighs were grasped.
“I didn’t come here for you to make fun of me.”
“Oh, don’t fuss.” Skeletor gestured idly with one hand to rid Adam of the inner part of his bottoms, leaving only the leather pleats. “Much better.”
“Just like that?” He huffed.
“My, my. The spoiled boy is in a mood today.” The sorcerer rattled out a long-suffering sigh, “Tiresome foreplay.”
Skeletor grasped Adam’s jaw tightly just the same and pulled him in for a harsh kiss before the Prince could protest.
Adam didn’t bother to hide his pleased noise when whatever horror of a tongue Skeletor had conjured up joined his own. It was vaguely tentacle-like that time, he noted. No suckers which was fine; maybe under other circumstances—
He forcibly stopped that train of thought.
As it was, the prehensile tongue filled his mouth in a way that made his heart pound and cock ache.
Adam didn’t gag even when the magicked appendage slid in just on the side of too-far and into his throat.
Mine.
The word reverberated through his skull and Adam couldn’t help but shiver while he pressed closer to Skeletor.
He’d never agree out loud - He couldn’t bring himself to make it real that way.
No matter how he felt.
Adam was left gasping against hard bone when the sorcerer finally pulled away. “Satisfied?” Skeletor questioned, smug and indulgent - Fully aware of how it always affected him.
“Almost.” He pulled himself together enough to manage. He reached down for Skeletor’s cock and didn’t hesitate when the bottom clothes dissolved without warning to allow him easier access. If anything, it made him smile inside; the sorcerer was far from unaffected by things, no matter what front he always tried to keep up.
Skeletor all but growled when Adam simply ghosted a hand over his cock. “Tease.”
“Me?” Adam asked with a scoff while he traced idly along the ridges that lined the sorcerer’s shaft, “I’m not the one who held you down during our last fight and-!” He cut himself off with a huff, face burning.
Adam was just grateful that his friends had been too distracted to notice the way Skeletor had pinned him briefly; just long enough to grind their hips together and whisper filthy things in his ear before they were right back to fighting.
“Mm.” Skeletor chuckled and smoothed his hands along Adam’s muscles, “You couldn’t have minded all that much. After all, you’re here.” He pointed out amiably.
“Still…” The Prince trailed off with a moan when Skeletor’s wandering touches finally ventured back. Both cheeks were grasped and pulled apart before Adam felt well-known magic seeping into his skin. It was followed almost immediately by the sensation of wetness that he was beginning to get far too used to.
“You open so well for me, Champion.” Adam flushed hot at the rare praise, “It barely takes any effort at all to get you ready now.”
“Please.” He choked out, unable to manage anything else when he felt so empty.
“Take what you want, He-Man.”
The Prince shuddered before he shuffled enough to position himself just-so. He lowered onto the familiar, inhuman head of Skeletor’s cock slowly as he relished the feeling of being filled.
“Skeletor.” Adam gasped out when he took the sorcerer to the hilt and ground down firmly into his lap.
“That’s it, Champion. You were made for this.” Skeletor grabbed his ass more firmly to hold him still, “To be kept right here.”
He shivered and allowed himself a fleeting moment to consider that; kept by the sorcerer, warming his cock even as he barked orders to the other villains. “Yes.” He agreed instead of verbalizing the scene.
Skeletor slid his hands to Adam’s hips instead, “On with it, then.”
The Prince wished he had the wherewithal to tease further but he was aching for it already. “Fuck,” It was always a heady thing, building a steady rhythm on his nemesis’ cock. “Unh-“ His own erection jutted out through his leather pleats.
“That’s it.” Skeletor encouraged the hero, rubbing at his hips idly. “Take it.”
Stray sparks danced along Adam’s muscles here and there. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes also flashed occasionally; almost in time with his thrusts, uncoordinated as they eventually became.
Skeletor was content to enjoy the show - Every hitch of the hero’s breath, faint moans with each downstroke, head thrown back—
Hm.
The sorcerer shifted slightly as to not disrupt Adam’s rhythm. He only needed just enough room to…
Adam yelped when Skeletor bit his neck fiercely at the next thrust. He remained seated and couldn’t do more than clench around Skeletor’s cock while the sorcerer dug his teeth into his skin.
Skeletor didn’t relent until he tasted blood.
“Mm.” He licked idly at the indents and small wounds before the Power took care of them. “Blood of a Champion.” Skeletor mused, more to himself than anything. “Could be an addicting thing, that.”
Adam only puffed out a hot breath in response before he began to move again with renewed vigor.
“Who would have thought after all these years,” Skeletor continued on casually, even as he began to move to meet the Prince’s rhythm. “That this is how I would get my hands on the Power?”
Something about that stuck in Adam’s mind but he was too caught up in the moment to parse it properly.
Especially when Skeletor grasped his hips again harshly, claws digging in as he fucked into him.
“Yes,” Adam gasped out when the next thrust hit the mark. “Please, right there—“
The sorcerer complied without a complaint for once as he adjusted to continue at just the right angle. He eventually used one hand to keep Adam in place while the other stroked him in time with their thrusts.
The Prince would have been embarrassed if he’d had the wherewithal to realize he couldn’t manage more than increasingly wanton moans.
“Good boy.” Skeletor praised with a growl when the sparks became more consistent and the thrum in the air around them increased tenfold, “Let go, Champion. I’ve got you.”
Adam came with a ragged cry not long after.
Skeletor relished in the Power surrounding him; the hero clenched so tightly around his cock that to anyone else it would have probably been most unpleasant. For the sorcerer, it simply sent him over the edge as well while he breathed in and enjoyed what he’d sought for so long.
Adam leaned in close when he finally slumped, spent. “Are you okay?” He asked with a faint giggle when he felt the stir around them too. He knew that nothing too serious could have happened without him calling upon the Power directly but he wanted to make sure.
“Better than, I’d imagine.” Skeletor said with a raised brow bone. “You?”
“Mmm. I’m fine.” He glanced at the sorcerer’s teeth and noticed some of his own blood lingering. All the same…
Skeletor didn’t bother to move away when Adam kissed him.
He did, sometimes; especially when the Prince insisted on post-coitus sweetness. It was unwelcome and unneeded.
Skeletor hissed his displeasure when Adam pulled off of him during but otherwise didn’t complain while they kissed.
“Can I ask you something?” Adam asked in between idle licks of bare teeth. He was getting more used to that than he probably should.
The sorcerer grunted an assent.
“What did you mean?” He asked with a curious tilt of his head when he pulled back just a bit, “About getting your hands on the Power?”
Skeletor snorted. “You are the vessel, are you not? I wager I’ve had my hands on you far more than the Sword, these days.”
Adam bit his tongue against a comment about what kind of sword his nemesis had his hands on, instead. “Right, yeah. But…” He trailed off and frowned a little. “Wait, is that why you’ve been doing this—” He paused to gesture between them. “With me?”
“It certainly doesn’t dissuade me.”
Adam huffed and tried to push down the hurt that caused. “I’m almost always transformed when we…” He closed his eyes to focus and in a flash was back in his royal garb on the sorcerer’s lap.
Skeletor clicked his jaw. “What are you doing?”
“Do you not like me, like this?”
The words took a second to process.
Skeletor cackled when they did, delighted. “Like you?” He leaned back onto the throne more fully, “I have not, for a single second that we’ve known each other, ‘liked’ you. Prince Adam.”
Adam was proud when he kept from flinching at that. It was hardly the first time that the villain had lashed out after sex, be it physically or emotionally. “I like you.” He offered shyly.
“Alright,” Skeletor said briskly. “Time’s up.” He conjured a portal in front of his throne.
The Prince sighed but rose on wobbly legs just the same. “When—“
“I’ll be launching an attack on that backwater village on the outskirts of the forest in a fortnight.”
Adam didn’t bother to hide his smile. “See you then!”
Skeletor huffed when the Prince blew him a kiss before he hopped through the portal. “Imbecile.”
His tone was too affectionate, by far.